Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.